The Ninth Prince's Mansion is an elegant and refined building.
Yun Xiaoran was reclining on a chaise lounge, eating grapes.
Granny Li entered with her head bowed, dismissed the other maids, and whispered, "Princess, Madam Song has suffered a heart attack and vomited blood. Aren't you going to see her?"
Yun Xiaoran snorted coldly.
"What are you looking at? She's siding with that jinx Jiang Qingwan; this is karma."
Granny Li, still worried, advised, "But this matter will inevitably implicate the Prince's Mansion. If..."
Yun Xiaoran remained completely calm, casually tossing her the glass cup filled with grapes and sitting up leisurely.
"What's the rush? As long as the Emperor Emeritus is alive, the Ninth Prince's Mansion won't collapse."
"I want Mo Yunhan to see clearly what kind of disaster the woman he chose will bring him. When the time is right, I will plead with the Empress Dowager."
"As for whether Zheng Chengye can withstand the punishment, that's beyond my control. It would be best if he were beaten to death, so that the responsibility falls on Jiang Qingwan and Mo Yunhan can kill her with his own hands!"
The thought of this outcome made her burst into manic laughter.
Granny Li quickly stopped her.
“Princess, this old servant will tell others that you are worried that the Prince will be unable to get up, so we must put on an act.”
Yun Xiaoran flicked her sleeve in annoyance.
"Go and investigate again. When Jiang Qingwan is taken to the palace, I will immediately go and request an audience with the Empress Dowager."
...
Jiang Qingwan is still on her way back to Beijing.
There were already more than a dozen memorials handed to Mo Yunzhao's desk.
He casually rummaged through them and looked at them.
They were all verbose and tedious official pronouncements. Xia Yu even submitted three memorials in succession, each word filled with blood and tears, angrily pointing out the crimes of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
They even collected some evidence that Jiang Qingwan understood Taoist arts, one of which was a confession submitted by Qin Minglang's father, which was highly credible.
Mo Yunzhao stared at the last sentence in his memorial.
"I humbly request Your Majesty to follow the will of Heaven, punish evil and disaster, and protect the Great Zhou Dynasty for generations to come."
His fingers tapped the table repeatedly.
Outside the Imperial Study, his personal chief eunuch hurried in, bowing respectfully.
Mo Yunzhao immediately looked up.
"How is it?"
The head eunuch shook his head.
"Your Majesty, I'll say it again: you are the Emperor of the Great Zhou."
"Smack!"
Mo Yunzhao slammed the memorial in his hand onto the table.
"Another perfunctory response to me. Do you really think I'm afraid of that tiger tally?"
The head eunuch was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. His Highness the Ninth Prince is still your most beloved younger brother. He made a mistake because he was troubled by love. You may scold or punish him, but please do not harm the Emperor's health."
Mo Yunzhao's heaving chest slowly sank down. He picked up another memorial and casually flipped through it, but did not read its contents. His refined face was filled with a cold killing intent.
"Without performing the ancestral rites, Jiang Shi cannot be considered a royal daughter-in-law."
...
Two fast horses, three men and a fox.
As they approached the capital, Mo Yunhan pulled on the reins.
The falcon neighed and reared up, then shook its head.
Its mane swayed smoothly, like a black lion ready to fight.
Mo Yunhan stared coldly at the city gate not far away.
He thought a lot along the way. From the moment he was sent to investigate the banditry involving the Golden Hook Saber, things were all connected one after another.
He originally thought that Mo Yunzhao couldn't withstand the Empress Dowager's pressure and used this as an excuse to send him away so that he could take the opportunity to let Yun Xiaoran enter the mansion.
But now, all the criticism is directed at the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
After playing the roles of brotherly love and respect for each other for so long, the superficial glamour and peace are finally about to crumble.
Ye Qi leaned closer and whispered something to him.
"Your Highness, the Secret Guard is ready, and Manager Su has also spread the word through Huai Lou. If the Emperor really wants to harm you, we will retaliate against him."
Jiang Qingwan frowned.
The journey was bumpy, and her legs were in great pain.
Fortunately, she could lean against Mo Yunhan, so it didn't have much of an impact.
Otherwise, my body would be falling apart by now.
She held Xiao Hong and looked up at Mo Yunhan.
"Is it for me, or something else?"
The man snapped out of his daze and looked down, his dark eyes showing a hint of confusion.
What are you trying to say?
Jiang Qingwan shifted her gaze to the people entering and leaving the city gate.
"If it's for me, there's no need. This matter hasn't reached the point of bloodshed yet. If it's for others... Mo Yunhan, don't use me as an excuse. I can't bear this debt."
Her voice was gentle, yet inexplicably cold.
Ye Qi felt somewhat uncomfortable listening to this.
“Your Highness, the Prince is doing this for your sake. Yan Yunqing enjoys the Emperor's deep trust, and he will definitely report today's events. Moreover, the Prince has already clashed with the Imperial Guards, so this matter is unlikely to end well. We must act quickly…”
Mo Yunhan raised his hand to stop him from continuing.
He then leaned over, picked up the red fox nestled in Jiang Qingwan's arms, and tossed it to him.
"As Your Highness wishes, everyone should remain still and await my message. You do not need to follow me after we enter the city."
After he finished speaking, he squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the falcon galloped away.
Night Seven hurriedly caught the red fox, his heart pounding with anxiety.
"Your Highness, you can't just go to the palace like this."
Yan Yunqing, who had been following him at a respectful distance, arrived on horseback and did not make things difficult for him as he passed by.
He simply stopped his horse and glanced at him.
"Openly defying the imperial decree is already an act of defiance. Are you planning to lead your troops and storm the palace with the Ninth Prince?"
Having his secret exposed, Ye Qi was so angry that he could only glare helplessly, unable to refute it.
They could only watch helplessly as Yan Yunqing led a large number of Imperial Guards, closely following Falcon, into the city gate.
Several scouts at the city gate saw everything clearly and immediately hid in the crowd to report to their respective masters.
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